Kurt had his outfits (one featuring the "likes boys" t-shirt and those skinny black jeans if the weather was nice, and a back up ensemble for rainy or chilly conditions) all plotted out. He had contacted the youth leader at the Columbus Pride Center for advice and information. There would be a large group of gay youth marching together, so the boys planned to join them. There was gathering at Goodale Park immediately following and an after party (also for teens) at a local club that evening. Blaine and he planned to march and spend time at the park, and then they would decide on the spur of the moment about the after party.

Kurt was not sure how his dad would react to the news that he and Blaine were going to Columbus for pride activities. Not that his dad would have an issue with the march, but more so with their safety and "putting themselves out there" as Burt would say. And maybe he would have a distorted view about all the craziness of it, since most of the news coverage each year seemed to portray heavily made up drag queens, nearly naked tattooed boys macking on each other, and scary 'dykes on bikes.'

Kurt had already broached the subject first with Carole. What good is it to have two parents if you never learn to employ them strategically to get what you want? He told her about their plans to attend the march when they were at the market. Then after they had unloaded all their purchases he showed her the Columbus Pride website with all the information. She could see for herself all the family friendly activities ranging from concerts, dances, art shows, fundraisers, and the march itself. Oh, and a Sunday brunch of course. We are talking gay.

Blaine and he had talked about what it would be like in a whole crowd of gay people. Pride was a celebration at which they could be together as a couple and even hold hands in public. Kurt could barely contain his anticipation.

But that was Saturday and today was only Wednesday. Blaine and Kurt were looking forward to spending the afternoon and evening together. The weather was overcast and rainy when Blaine arrived so sunbathing was out and movie viewing was in. The boys sprawled on the couch in the family room watching Grease and trying to figure out Carole's never ending fascination with a much younger John Travolta. T-shirts and shorts were the outfits of the day. Blaine's head was sort of in Kurt's lap and he was mindlessly running his palm up and down Kurt's leg.

"Remember, I texted you that dad wanted another one-on-one?"

"Oh, yeah. How did it go?"

"It was about sex...again."

That got Blaine's attention. He turned away from the movie and peered up at Kurt. "Wow." Blaine decided he had better be sitting up for this so he twisted around on the couch until he was sitting next to his boyfriend. "Do you mind telling me what you guys talked about?"

"Well, we talked about you and me and dad says he may not know what it's like to be gay but he knows what it is like to be horny."

"Your dad said that?"

"Pretty much."

"What else?"

"That he likes you."

"That he likes me?" Blaine screwed up his face in disgust.

"Ewww, Blaine. Not in that way. He approves of you as my boyfriend.

Blaine shook his head and sighed with relief. "That's good. So he doesn't think I'm leading you astray?"

"No, I admitted it was pretty much the opposite."

"Ha!"

"Well, he wanted to know if you were pressuring me, and I let him know I had plenty of my own ideas."

Blaine laughed out loud. "Is that right?" he coyly shoved Kurt's shoulder with his. Kurt immediately flashed back to the side-by-side shoulder nudge from Blaine when he helped Blaine rehearse "Baby It's Cold Outside" for a Christmas program. Kurt had grinned then and he grinned now.

"Oh, yes, I have lots of plans for you."

Kurt reached up to comb through the loose curls on the back of Blaine's head with his fingers. He thought about the weeks and months at Dalton where he had wished he could touch Blaine so intimately. Blaine sighed and his lovely lashes fluttered.

"What else did your dad say?"

"He said we need to watch the public displays of affection and take anything 'serious' to my bedroom."

"Are you serious? Your bedroom?"

It was Kurt's turn to laugh at Blaine's surprised expression. Christmas came to mind again only this time he pictured a delighted young Blaine opening his Christmas gifts. Mom! Santa brought me Kurt in the bedroom!

"Dad wants us to keep things PG in front of other people. So, I guess we are allowed to do this" he took Blaine's hand and held it in his "or this," Kurt's arm curved over Blaine's shoulder, "and we can probably get away with this once in a while." Kurt pulled Blaine in for a quick smooch on the mouth.

Blaine put his head on Kurt's shoulder to reflect for a moment. His voice was low in Kurt's ear. "Well, in that case, we had better go up to your room right now because I have something much more 'serious' in mind than this." He turned and returned the smooch, pecking Kurt's cheek.

"But wait," objected Kurt, "I need to tell you that I did complain about you a little bit- "

"Complain… about what?" Blaine frowned.

"I told him that you wanted to communicate about everything we do and every step we take along the way."

"You told him that?" Blaine's face flushed a bit.

"Yes, and it turns out that now he likes you even more." Kurt rolled his eyes and feigned disgust.

Blaine pumped his arm and hollered, "Cha-ching!"

"Hold on lover boy. He also hopes you and I 'take it slow.' But that sounds better than the first time we talked, because then he told me I should not have sex until I was 30."

"My god."

"Yeah, but I think he's kind of given up on that. So the ground rules that we talked about are that you and I are allowed to be in my bedroom with the door shut as long as we don't forget other people exist, and we are not allowed to do overnights with each other right now."

Blaine grinned and hugged Kurt. Then he said in mock sadness with a dramatic sigh, "I guess we'll have to try our best to live within the rules." Blaine sat up on the edge of the couch with both hands on the edge of the seat cushions. "So…?"

"So?" Kurt looked over at him.

Blaine got up off the couch and reached out both hands to Kurt, "So what do you say to getting your 'serious' on with me?" Blaine started rolling his hips and crooning, "Let's get serious!" All he needed was the spandex and the dew rag, then watch out Olivia Newton-John.

Kurt picked up the remote to stop the forgotten movie. He took Blaine's hands in his. "Blaine you are not-"

But Blaine was. He yanked Kurt off the couch, twirled him around and started singing at the top of his lungs:

Let's get serious, serious

I wanna get serious

Let's get into serious

Blaine was looking Kurt up and down suggestively – moving his body to the tune he heard in his head and pulling Kurt into his dance moves.

Let me hear your body talk, your body talk

Let me hear your body talk

He twirled Kurt again and wrapped him in his arms from behind, swaying his hips and vocalizing plaintively in his ear-

I've been patient, I've been good

Tried to keep my hands on the table

It's gettin' hard this holdin' back

If you know what I mean

Kurt finally had to giggle and give into the silliness of it all. Although he wasn't proud to admit it he knew every lyric in the song, too. Kurt twirled back out of Blaine's embrace, still gripping his hands and they faced each other to harmonize:

I'm sure you'll understand my point of view

We know each other mentally

And Kurt could not help it-when he sang the last two lines of the verse he purposely made those 'I thought you were having gas pains' grimaces that Blaine told him about when they performed in the warehouse for the Crawford Country Day girls:

You gotta know that you're bringin' out

The animal in me

Then they both stopped singing because they were laughing so hard they had tears rolling down their cheeks and had to hold each other up.

"Oh my god, Kurt—so funny," Blaine was having trouble catching his breath. When they finally settled down Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms, "Come here sexy." Kurt smiled into Blaine's inviting eyes. He knew Blaine meant it.

Kurt slipped an arm through Blaine's as they left the family room. His voice took on that higher pitch that it does when he is excited or nervous. "Blaine Warbler, is there any chance that this afternoon could include my first-ever blow job?"

Blaine's response was immediate and reassuring. "Why, I do believe we could work that in."

"Excellent. Will any further discussion of said blow job be necessary?"

"No, my dear, I do not believe so."

They were strolling towards the stairs.

"Well that's a relief. You see, Mr. Warbler, you have at your side one very horny gay boy who has only one urgent request of you, and you simply will not be able to talk while you are doing it." And with that earnest statement Kurt brought Blaine's hand to his crotch to demonstrate the urgency of the matter.

Blaine stayed perfectly in character, self-cast as the debonair lead. "I will do my absolute best to keep the talking at a minimum."

"Thank you, kind sir." And because Kurt really almost always needed to have the last word, he added, "However I understand from my research that some humming can be a very good thing."

And with that they proceeded up the stairs to Kurt's bedroom and closed the door.

Once inside his room Kurt drew the drapes closed and walked to one side of the bed. Blaine was standing there, a little awkwardly, on the other side of the bed. Kurt pushed off his sandals and crawled on his knees to the center of the bed and waited for Blaine but Blaine stood there a moment longer. Kurt slowly peeled off his t-shirt and tossed it to the bottom of the bed. In the soft light Blaine could see how beautiful Kurt looked. That chest. Those eyes.

Kurt held out his arms and softly said, "Hey you. Come on in. The water's fine."

Blaine shook off whatever apprehension he was feeling and climbed on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head as he moved closer. He took Kurt in his arms. "I'm crazy about you." (And yes, we are going to your junior prom. And yes, we are marching in the pride parade. And yes, you asked so sweetly for that blow job just now.)

"Show me."

Blaine pulled Kurt's amazingly supple chest against his and both boys gave into all the sensations. They were kneeling on the bed with their knees and thighs almost touching. Kurt's hands ran up Blaine's upper arms, stroking the well-defined muscles. Blaine grasped Kurt's face with both hands and brought their mouths together. The kiss he brought was not tentative; it was not a question at all. Kurt's lips yielded, his mouth tasted sweet and Blaine's mouth was demanding and hungry. Some things were about romance and some things were about sex. This kiss was about sex. And heat.

Kurt had the sensation of falling into the warm, wet depths of Blaine and he tightened the embrace as his tongue found Blaine's. He was never ever going to let Blaine stop kissing him like this. Kurt moved his hips closer and pressed his erection into Blaine's crotch. Everything he signaled to Blaine was about yes. Absolutely. More. Please.

Blaine teased Kurt's tongue into his mouth, sucking and nipping and moaning until Kurt wanted to own Blaine's fucking mouth, just sign on the dotted line. Kurt's tongue lapped in Blaine's open mouth, sucked his swollen lips, then traveled to Blaine's neck, the soft spot just behind his ear, the contours of his ear and finally back to that amazing mouth. Blaine shivered and squeezed the cheeks of Kurt's ass possessively. He began grinding his hips into Kurt's in a continuously rolling motion as his tongue twirled around Kurt's.

Kurt was so aroused his hard on was painful. He could easily come from the friction that Blaine was creating. He pulled away from Blaine's mouth with a groan and Blaine slowly opened his eyes. Kurt's face and chest were flushed and his half-lidded eyes looked feverish.

"You are so beautiful, Kurt." He moved to kiss Kurt but Kurt's hands pushed against his chest.

Kurt's breath was ragged. "Your mouth." He groaned. "Your tongue." He hung his head and shook it slowly, shutting his eyes for a moment before looking back up to Blaine. Finally Kurt found his words. "The whole time I am kissing you and you are kissing me….I know that you are going to be sucking my dick with that mouth. I…I can't stand it…"

Blaine could be so oblivious. He could be downright obtuse. All manner of thoughts flew over his head unimpeded much of the time. But bless his heart, Blaine got this.

"Now?"

Kurt nodded gratefully. "Right fucking now, Blaine."

"Then let's get those shorts off of you." That is the last thing Blaine said for quite a while. And as Kurt suspected, Blaine's vocal talents included humming.

-To Be Continued—